It wasn't until Benjamin led Esther up to the platform where the whole hall could be observed, that the real owner of the castle, the Marquis of Kailar, did not appear.

Esther stood on the platform and looked down, the scene in front of her blurred again, and another completely different banquet scene fell directly into her mind:

In the palatial hall, a lady with a silver two-piece dance dress fluttering, she spun proudly on the dance floor, her graceful neckline and posture when lifted, like a swan. The outstanding performance took away the attention of the rest of the guests, who applauded them and even offered to make way for the lady and her dance partner to make more room for her.

The other, covered in the unreal, stayed in the scene of Esther's retina, a lush bush swaying in the blood, stretching the branches of the daisy wantonly, and the people wrapped in it were smiling, and the blood ran down her throat, impaled by the roots, and down her raised neck, her eyes empty and unfocused.

The two images were clearly superimposed in Esther's mind, and she was forced to look away, not daring to look around as casually as Benjamin.

The psychological pressure of this castle is far stronger than the sense of crisis.

Benjamin sighed: "Alas, could it be that the owner of this castle still has a simple sense of crisis? It's hard for me to do that......

His gaze turned to Esther, who could see what he was thinking, and seemed rather hesitant.

Esther looked back at Benjamin, "If you want me to be bait, just say it."

"You're so sweet, then we'll do it." Benjamin immediately laughed, and he pointed to the deep corridor behind the platform, "You can also see that there are two roads to the left and right, and we will go one side of each way."

Esther took a deep breath and re-examined her perception before she reluctantly agreed, "I don't feel threatened with death, so I can follow your proposal, and I hope you can find what you want as soon as possible."

Benjamin had already said that she would be used as bait, and Esther had prepared for a similar situation, and she was even a little curious about the castle - she was happy to move away from the eerie dance floor in the hall and into the depths of the castle without threatening her life.

Benjamin didn't care if Esther would agree, and even if Esther refused, he was sure enough to convince her, and now he saved the process.

Benjamin nodded: "Don't worry, I know where I'm going, it's the spire northwest of the third floor."

Esther was a little surprised to be able to report the possible location of a specific target: "You've been to this castle before?"

"Before the Marquis of Kailar died, I was parasitic on someone else. But after that, I've only been exposed to other people's investigations."

For example, other Amon clones, Benjamin added with a mental smile.

However, there is another point, the credibility of the information has yet to be confirmed, and the location of the target he seeks is not necessarily problematic, but what dangers will be there along the way is another matter.

At least at the time, the doppelgangers who exchanged information seemed vague, and there was no in-depth exploration of the castle.

"Since it's northwest, then you ...... go," Esther paused in the middle of her words, she didn't know exactly where the castle was.

Benjamin took two steps forward, lifted his glasses, and at an angle that Esther couldn't see, a dark shadow passed under his eyes: "I'll go to the left, you go to the right, if you encounter any danger that can't be solved, take out that compass as soon as possible, and I'll go to you."

"Well, I remember," Esther calmed down, her demeanor gradually drifting away, "Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"

"Don't attack anything in the castle, try to be polite to any communication, and don't accept any invitations." Benjamin casually pointed in the direction of the dance floor, "The blood moon here won't fall and disappear until dawn, and we'll just leave the castle until then."

"Is there a specific time?"

"In the current season, half past five is the safest time. We'll be back here at five o'clock," Benjamin paused and asked Esther earnestly, "you

Can you remember the way?"

Esther was silent for two seconds, "If I can't find my way when the time comes, take out the compass."

Benjamin smiled and cleared his throat: "Okay, you have something to keep a timer?"

"Well, I know the approximate time."

The discussion ended as the two men placed their glasses on the edge of the platform, and Esther stepped into the corridor with a tapestry on her right, while Benjamin walked down the stairs at the end of the corridor on the left.

Scattering is risky, but neither of them can be taken as a matter of common sense, and Esther follows the vague guidance given to her by her intuition, and instead of sticking to the same plan as Benjamin, agrees to "try their luck".

Benjamin's consideration is more complicated, and he wonders whether the castle owner is hiding from him, or Esther, who has a special "fate".

"It's not okay not to come out to entertain guests, this is not a courtesy that a marquis should lack." Benjamin smiled and pushed his glasses, and a stream of blood that had just gushed out of the staircase instantly reversed, not staining the ground where he was about to land.

At the end of the staircase, there was a faint sound of dripping water.

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Esther walked down the light-lit corridor on the right, and unlike the bare staircase on the other side, the red carpet continued down the corridor. There seemed to be no end to the road, and Asther turned three or four corners, and saw no passage or door to the rest of the place.

Huge tapestries hung from the walls, each two to three meters wide, and Esther could see a new side every few steps, because she had not found the end of the road for a long time, and she began to deliberately observe her surroundings, which were the most conspicuous except for the torches hanging from the walls.

At first, the delicate decoration of these braided lines was normal, with a variety of lifelike plants and animals painted on them, and the lines were bright and brightly colored.

But after Esther made a third turn around a right-angled bend, the mural on the wall began to twist. Flowers and blades of grass sprout spikes that tear at the flesh of animals, which begin to twist and distort, swollen their bellies, and turn into red-eyed monsters that gnaw at equally strange plants.

Only the colors of those tapestries are still bright and vivid, restoring the bloody scenes, ostentatiously occupying the walls and showing them to the passing guests to "enjoy".

Esther's brows were furrowed, and she didn't dare to relax even if she didn't have any premonitions of danger.

She pinched her fingers slightly, ready to pull out the "Pale Bone Spike" from her palm at any time to defend against danger.

Truth be told, Esther couldn't quite believe Benjamin's words, "Don't attack anything in the castle." The reminder itself had another meaning, they could be attacked, the castle was so weird that Esther didn't think it would quietly let them in and out.

The guests left behind in the living room were still dancing, enjoying the feast that only took place during the Blood Moon.

The castle didn't show much kindness to its "guests", especially when she saw it for what it really was, and Esther only found it disgusting.

The sweet smell she smelled was a little lighter, but it was still there, and it was wafting all over the castle, and even if she pinched her nose and didn't breathe, it would continue to pour into Esther's senses.

As Esther turned a corner again, the tapestries on the wall changed again, and she took two steps back to look into the hallway from which she came, all of which were reduced to one color, crimson.

Such an environment is dizzying, and there is a huge pressure that gradually drowns out the red.

Esther's brow gradually softened, and she finally reached the end of this winding corridor.

It's a dead end, with a huge mural hanging from the wall, almost two meters high, with the bottom clinging to the ground.

The background color of the painting is completely black, which is incompatible between the red carpet and the red tapestry, and the person in the painting is a very handsome young man, with black hair supple on the back of his head, and a pair of red and sharp eyes that seem to be staring at the people outside through the canvas.

The young man of the blood clan held the thorny black rose tightly in his hand, and his expression was lying quietly in a coffin

The smile on the corner of his mouth was gentle, as if he couldn't feel the pain of his bloody hands.

"Fluorescent ......"

Esther blinked, standing still and not moving, but she was sure she had just heard a sigh, distant and indistinct, and she couldn't even tell the gender.

Esther could only wonder if it had something to do with the youth on the mural.

The next moment, the eyes of the young man of the Blood Clan closed, crimson poured out of the darkness on the outside of the coffin, the roses stained with blood, and the mural slowly opened outward, revealing the dark passage behind it.

The light from the doorway could see the stairs leading down in the passageway, and Esther only hesitated for a moment to pull a torch from the wall and walk down the stairs into the depths.

There was nothing unusual about her instincts, and there was no warning of danger, but Esther kept her vigilant as much as she could, holding the torch was more of a psychological comfort for her, and it would give her a little more security.

Even if this ghost place is not "safe" at all.

Esther's other hand drooped slightly, ready to reach for her fanny pack, which contained her red cloak.

The quiet darkness was driven away by burning torches, like a flock of sheep intimidated by wolves, and Esther could hear some kind of "rustling" sound in the darkness, as if something was retreating, avoiding the atmosphere illuminated by the torches.

She walked down the stairs for a while, and as she stepped on the ground, Esther could see the plants in the dark, hanging from the ceiling, their black leaves with seaweed-like wavy edges.

As soon as the light of the fire approached, they curled up in terror and retreated into the cracks in the masonry overhead.

Esther walked on, the road was not long, and in a few minutes she was in the room at the end.

There is a coffin painted all black, and a bouquet of bright red roses is placed on top of the coffin.